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If Face To Face
By La Belle Rouge


if I sat with you and we spoke face to face
what would we discuss….after long absence?
I know very little now about your daily life
and you have no real revelation about mine
it’s as if our hearts have become imprisoned
and perhaps it’s better that way, perhaps….
since all our summer flowers have frozen
in blustery autumn’s untimely, ample frost
and we both know that winter is at the door
waiting to cover us in the last drifted snow


if only I could be a few years older, colder
I could think of you as a glowing memory
and not as a bright, unreachable north star
all the elements conspire and loudly demand
“lie down and die,” I cannot obey their voices
for I have barely lived yet, no death so soon
oh there have been moments, days and years
too many of them to describe myself “young”
too many of them filled only with emptiness
and the struggle to survive my private war


if I sat with you and we spoke in a secret place
would I touch your hand, would you kiss my face?
would the embers ignite or would it be too late
to fan the fleeting flames of our doused desire?
would we have to endure a mundane conversation
or recall the joy of our hearts dancing all night?
would we speak of life, of dreams, of regrets?
would there be any need for inadequate words
after all the words unspoken, we have shared
heart to heart, soul to soul, where poetry lives?



3/26/2012 La Belle Rouge

Music "The Dance"